When a cat arrives at Tabby’s Place, our intake team jots down first impressions for the rest of the staff. “Sasquatch feet. Sweet and nervous. Go slow.” “Looks like a Muppet. Loud and spicy for handling.” This is helpful background information. But one new arrival has no interest in keeping to the background. After all, […]
It’s not easy being born with eyes like maple syrup. You can’t stop hoping there is breakfast on the far side of the long, long night. You can’t stop believing life will someday be sweet, despite all evidence to the contrary. You can’t get unstuck from your own good heart, even if you try.
“Extensions are unlikely to be granted.” This is bad news when it comes from your Chemistry professor. This is far worse news when it comes from a crowded animal shelter. But Merv didn’t watch much news.
Riddle me this, Tabby’s Place fam. What is summer, for people with hearts like ours?
Spend time with cats, and you will believe in more than you ever believed before. You will believe in a friendship bigger than family, and a family big enough for all of us. You will believe in the power of a “plain brown tabby.” You will believe there are no coincidences.
The Cake is no gateau, fancy and fussy. The Cake is not a croissant, all buttery ego with no weight. The Cake is a secret recipe, but he is sharing one crumb at a time.
Here. You’re here, and that’s what matters. We’re calling you “the kids,” our kids, the Lebanon kids, the loved kids. It is the ultimate honor to be here with you.
By request of Oliver, we need to bring back an old-timey expression. Oliver is not just flirting with you. Oliver is not just gazing at you as though you are the universe’s greatest achievement. Oliver is making eyes at you.
It’s not every day we have a Family Meeting at Tabby’s Place. But when 21 family members are in peril across the Atlantic, it’s all hands on deck.
Cats, you’re supposed to be better than this. More precisely, you’re supposed to be better than us.